Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.